Lyrics

Drag your shadow down the street Is it you I was to meet? With your saints there on a chain Waiting on another rain And I'm going down. Where the waves will surround To the roar and the pound Of the wild wild sea Talking sweet to me. Marching in a slow parade There are ashes where you lay And sometimes I don't mind at all And sometimes head against the wall The tide will bring and tide will take Find another horse to break You're just a rider on a wheel in a dream where love was real And I'm going down. Where the waves will surround To the roar and the pound Of the wild wild sea Talking sweet to me.
Writer(s): Auguste Arthur Bondy Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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